Sotus Short Stories

An Alpha's Revenge Part 6

Arthit

Arthit was sitting by his window looking outside. The last day of the tournament would be held today. Kongpob had called the best of the best in the clan in order to be his guard. So that he could be protected. Arthit knew that the King and Queen had ordered it. Still, Kongpob himself was working so hard attending each and every day that the tournament was held even when he only needed to show up for the last day; today. 

Arthit felt confused. How could Kongpob's words be cruel; yet his actions towards him didn't seem to be. He understood that Kongpob had loved Frame and he knew that he still did. It was clear to him that the Prince was brash but he also understood that he was hurt. 

Arthit didn't dislike him. But he also didn't know how he felt about him. The Prince was under the perception that he hated him. Did he fear him? He would be lying if he said he didn't. All Arthit had ever known was the life of a servant, the life of an unwanted child. Before, he lived in a barn with no friends, no love. 

Despite the fact that he still did not have love. He now had friends and even if it was only for a moment thanks to Frame he had acquired even a mother. While in front of the others he should call the Queen just that, her highness. She had allowed him to call her Mai. 

He had a mother. But never once did her refer to her like that out loud. It was always yes, no. His mother never once held him or told him that she loved him. Much less his father. He was always referred to as boy or  omega. 

"Hey Arthit." His room was opened abruptly startling him and he forced a smile when Byul walked in shutting the door when her two guards tried to follow her. She was not in an armor today as she had been the past week. It had surprised him that she had signed up to be his guard. Nonetheless, despite Kongpob's objections, Byul had signed up and from what Arthit heard from Beam, Kit and Rome; she was one of the best fighters. In fact, she was battling today as one of the finalists. This had only angered Kongpob, so much so that at dinner, where Byul no longer sat with them, he threw a fit and told the King and Queen that he would kill her before she would ever be his guard. 

"We need to talk," Byul spoke up with a smile.

"About what?" Arthit questioned softly. The girl smiled at him sweetly and went to sit beside him. She took his hand and squeezed it.

"I need you to tell Kongpob that you want me to be your guard." For a moment, Arthit was confused. He didn't know what to say and Byul frowned.

"Well."

"I can't"

"And why not? If you ask Kongpob he'll do it." Arthit shook his head.

"He wants you to stay his concubine he-"

"Is that honestly what you think Arthit?" Byul scoffed.

"The only reason he doesn't want me by your side is because he thinks I'll kill you but if you tell him we're friends now. He'll allow it. Even if I don't win." Arthit didn't know why but as he looked at the Princess he could tell that she was desperate. He couldn't understand much about what was going on but he knew Byul was wrong. Just a few days ago Kongpob had told him he would never be touched. As safe as that made him feel around the other man, it also made him feel insecure, sad; confused. But it made it clear as to why Byul still needed to be around him. 

"Please. I'm begging you." Before Arthit could reply the door burst open, this time Beam, Kit, and Rome walked in with angry glares causing Byul to let go of his hand. 

"What are you doing here? Get out. Or are you here to hurt Prince Consort Arthit again" Beam snapped first. Byul turned to look at them and despite her anger, Arthit could tell that she was containing herself and scoffed.